Momma’s Song

Lyrics

[Produced by Roc Marciano] [Verse] Tan Carhartt's the skullies go with it Survive cold winters slinging dope with my niggas Laying in the rented banging Mary J, love without a limit Go pick up the blow uptown in the lemon The flow, this is venom, the tone isn't condescending It's no competition, I just cock the biscuit My bitch suck a bullet out a pistol I'm official, success is habitual Money and murder you know the way the verse go So let he without sin cast the first stone Under the light pole your life is stole I've been married to the game but there wasn't any rice thrown Your hoe come out in night clothes That's the night that I was chose like Sweet James Jones Keep it player, a prayer Beneath the layer if you scrape I'm a painter Your lady prays I can't blame her The flamer comes with the sweet potata' Keep the piece, I'm a piece maker Bring down the heat like a peace maker Beast nature, pull off a mean street caper Inhale the weed vapor, chase green paper Keep it gangster and bang a young Josephine Baker Suede playboys I still kill the corduroys Send the boy to keep my coins on steroids Vanilla toy, tip the bellboy and dipped, felt gipped Ripped the fifth until the deltoid ripped Shit, choose a pimp, view the blueprint Send in the shooter get your roof spinned Produce a stench, a room scent That linger out the 'telly room vents I rock the Pelle with the toothpick Juice the vic keep it concentrated Maneuver in the gray 5, play the day spa Stay fly... your state of mind by the baseline With time I'd rather watch paint dry Create a rhyme now it's sanctified And drank the Saint Ives out the vase, bomba-raas I'll take your bum broad to the lumber yard I'm not the one to slumber on...